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Journeysexpand_moreAfter you have read all you possibly can there may be a few lines left.
It wasn’t clear if there was an outside world to our outside world.
We did not know at the moment of parting that it was a parting.
In the many pages of the book of love this is only one story.
Not all his children love themselves. Look at little Adrienne.
A car curved left, leapt the curb, and came at us like the line of a bullet.
I slept but never dreamed there. Nor did I feel the need to court a god.
Lillian-Yvonne Bertram
Kansas is a cold dessert, I say. No, Kansas is a tongue depressor, he says.
Dan Gerber reads poems of boyhood, and from the end of his mother’s life.
The world seemed newly made and filled with a frightening silence.
It has come to this—my daughter is now assaulting other children.
Craig Bueltel
Life is a dream, he thought. Something she knew and I didn’t.
The draft of ten handwritten pages would have to be cut back to five.
Wang Wei
Tanya jokes that she comes to the East Coast now only for funerals.
We enjoyed the infidelity. A great deal more than they seemed to.
The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”
The boy had never before seen his father hopeless. He was afraid.
She fell out of her own composition, fell and landed flat on her face.
The future was spread out for us to go in any direction we wanted.
I am subject to you in the way the water is subject to the moon.
“You know what they say about
free health care. It costs money.”
I was only five when Dad told me I had died. “You drowned,” he said.
We pull up alongside the great body. The fin marks the spot.
He squinted and looked off a little beyond where we were.
The Others came in the light of day and splayed Father open.
Cat food smells even unopened like vomit and I don’t trust cats.
Where will we go and how will we steer when the cars are gone?
